Two Skyrim Poems
Stephen Lin
where is your blubber? it is colder here than you
in this nuclear winter untouched by sun, this liminal
territory peopled by animals, inhabited by blondes
and blue-eyes. you don’t see the history of predation:
where is your blubber? it is colder here than you
in this nuclear winter untouched by sun, this liminal
territory peopled by animals, inhabited by blondes
and blue-eyes. you don’t see the history of predation:
I want to make my own
karaben (character) bento,
buy the freshest strawberries
cutting them into hearts
then sprinkling on the sugar.
Kaboom my chokehole and I will sing for you.
That is, I am out of caps and need help limping.
So much is defined by the shape of our pain.
The scar on my arm where my thumb rubbed through layer after layer of skin.
I learned his patterns, parried his bombs,
got all up in his face, all up in his guts.
If I kept him running, he could never fire.
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